My Boyfriend Is a Liberal Arts Student (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 24 The First/Third Generation

-Julian-

"I really could have lost you that night." Tyler's face was a mess of emotions. Anger, at himself. Grief, at what could have happened. Fear, of everything it seemed. Some resentment, I didn't have to be psychic to guess where that was directed.

Tyler was sitting all by himself on a separate bed. The moonlight, though shining on him, made him look increasingly sad. I wanted to wipe it all away with a magic wand if that were possible. Since it wasn't possible, I had to rely on my own two hands instead.

The feeling in my chest, it was indescribable. I wished I could will away the sadness. To take back that night and replace it was something better.

Let me touch you again, I wanted to say. Most of all, I wanted to fling myself across the room and into his arms. Maybe a kiss or two would do the trick. But there were too many things left unsaid. Here was our chance.

"I'd hate the point out the obvious," I said trying to sound upbeat, without overdoing it, "but I'm still here. You got me into a room all to yourself, just as we'd always wanted." Tyler didn't look up. Like he was trapped inside his head. His face was down. Either he was looking at the sad cheap carpet, or at his hands that were on his lap. The carpet was indeed sad to look at, not that I could blame him any.

"No offense to J.P.," I added with a small hand wave gesture. Come back to me Tyler. He never looked up.

Man, karma could be a bitch. I was betting this was how Tyler felt... and I pushed him away in the worst way possible. His face haunted me ever since.

Some damage, some events in our lives, are beyond fixing. I wasn't going to let that happen if I could help it.

"Tyler I love you." I almost shouted it, but I knew with his super werewolf hearing, that wouldn't be necessary. It did the trick. Tyler finally looked at me. At first like he was amazed to find me here with him. I so desperately wanted to close the distance between us. To be close enough to touch.

And a whole lot more but that was out of the question.

"I can hear the call of the moon," he said in an almost dreamlike state. "It gets louder as the full moon gets closer."

"What does it sound like?" I asked mildly curious. Maybe questions were finally going to be answered.

Tyler was gazing at the moon, ever present behind my back. He looked serene.

"Like singing," he said distantly. "Like a woman singing." It only sounded disturbing if you weren't in on the-know. "Sometimes like whispering." Ok, that was a bit freaky, but I didn't voice it. "Never enough to catch words, and it only happens when I look at the moon. Like I am right now."

Silence.

I waited. Then I waited some more.